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New Theory of Happiness

Day after day, you calmly lump along through your lumpy life until something wonderful sneaks up behind you and bludgeons you, and you fall over and little cartoon sparrows show up by the bucketful to tweet around your head. In that moment, you can’t think of a more wonderful place to be than there, with your butt on the pavement, counting those stupid birds. And maybe you’re prepared for it, in that by-the-book kind of way, but chances are you’re not but you just run with it anyway… and maybe the birds turn into boiling potatoes and scald you, leaving giant welts as they plop down from the sky, but maybe they don’t, and they lovingly poop on you with magenta droplets that fall like kisses on your eyeballs.

And who gives a damn if you're ready for it?

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I bought delicious fuzzy slippers that may turn out to be the best thing I’ve ever invested in. No more cold feet. Henceforth, fearless feet!